Still can't help but feelin' like some sorry little clown
When the circus tent is empty and nobody is around,
So I dream of sky and ocean and a little plot of ground,
The songs that spin upon the day
Only wanted to play.

Your goddamn sorrow was bringin' me down.
Your vision of tomorrow was too high above the ground.
The mission from the meadow has been taken to the town
To scare all the children away,
To scare the little children away.

Couldn't stay there longer while you held yourself to blame.
Didn't want to be the one who lost himself insane again.
But I knew that it would look like I had betrayed a friend.
I only wanted to play.
I was just feelin' that way.

You know the same things happen anyway
No matter what the other people always say.
Don't let them bring you down into their funny little games,
You know, all there ever was still remains the same.

Still can't help but feelin' like some sorry little clown,
'Cause I left you in the water when I knew that you could drown,
And I ran away like lightning when I heard the thunder sound.
Sorry, I went that way that day.
I only wanted to play.

Still can't help but feelin' like some sorry little clown
When the circus tent is empty and nobody is around,
So I dream of sky and ocean and a little plot of ground,
The songs that spin upon the day
Only wanted to play.

(Words and music by Bob Gibson, 1972)

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